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Brothers from a different mother

Can I get a d’awwwww? I took this picture a couple of minutes ago, and it’s a first.

We coaxed Jack into the same room as the baby, finally, about a month ago.

This was all made easier because Jack is an absolute pig and kitten food is fatty and delicious. We’ve tried to keep him off the food bowl, but he’s a crafty boy. And visibly fatter.

Then came the playfighting. Poor Jack. Kitten ran him ragged. But, hey — kitten food.

This started as a playfight and turned into a mutual nap. It’s adorbs.

Charlotte is at the other end of the house.

September 24, 2018 — 9:12 pm
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Look! Up in the rafters!

It’s a bat.

It’s a lousy cellphone photo of a bat, I admit, but I was trying not to scare him with the flash gun. The cleaning lady at work discovered him while dusting. He’s been there for two days now, apparently happy as a clam. A teeny, tiny wingéd clam.

Bats are protected here (there too, I think), so we had to call in a bat specialist, who advised us to turn off the lights, open the doors and windows and go away. On a Friday afternoon? I think I can manage that.

Have a good weekend, all!

September 21, 2018 — 7:30 pm
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I peench you!

ExpressoBold asked for a better picture of the inglenook. Really, black and white doesn’t do it justice, and it will never look right without a roaring fire. But here’s a cheap ‘n’ nasty cellphone pic that at least better shows the array of torture implements that came with.

Most of these were here when we bought the house. They are a bewildering variety of shapes and unknown functions. After a decade living with them, though, I think they all come down to poking things, pulling things or pinching things.

Plus the bellows. I bought the bellows.

Better pic when the cold weather comes. Which is looking like Monday, FYI.

September 20, 2018 — 9:20 pm
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Chimbleys

Uncle B is right — the previous post didn’t really do justice to the coolness of our inglenook. By Tudor standards, it isn’t huge — this was a farm cottage, not a great house — but it’s the most important characteristic of the house.

I tried to find a house plan that shows what I mean. I found the two above, that are kinda similar. The fireplace would have been the first thing built, then one gigantic main house timber (not present in the houses above) would be run through the middle of the chimney. Then everything else hung off of the main house timber.

Not only does that make the chimneystack the main structural (and physically central) member of the house, but it also serves as a sort of storage heater, absorbing the heat of the fire and then slowly releasing it. This is a huge innovation over the cottages (essentially miniature Medieval halls) of previous centuries, that had a central fire that burned in a firepit and just vented under the roof.

You’ll note the evolution of the fireplace is not complete, however. The great beam that goes crossways above the inglenook (see photo from yesterday) doesn’t stick out.

They had yet to invent the mantlepiece. They were waiting for Hallmark to invent the Christmas card.

September 19, 2018 — 8:37 pm
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Turn, turn, turn

The chimney sweep, part of the regular end-of-Summer ritual. Completely necessary, as we depend on fire for most of our heat.

And this year, we had the added joy of an inglenook dripping honey. We have bees in the attic — we’ve had bees in the attic for years and years — but this year they gave us a gift. A gooey, black, soot-coated sticky, pooling gift. We had to ask the sweep if there was anything especially flammable about it (there’s not).

Our guy is modern and up to date. We get a text message when it’s time to get swept. Sadly, though, he doesn’t look a bit like Dick van Dyke.

Let the evening fires commence!

September 18, 2018 — 6:22 pm
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What’s one o’ them?

We followed this very interesting car along a country lane for miles and miles and never caught up. Which makes sense: Uncle B thinks it might have been an early one of these.

I really just wanted to post this because it looks like a scene out of The Avengers.

Big fan when I was a kid. Sadly, I’d look pretty shit in a leather cat suit.

September 17, 2018 — 8:15 pm
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Dead Pool Round 114: the Dead Pool that Almost Wasn’t

Oh, man…I thought I was going to have to post this one from my phone.

Whatever that last Windows update was, it’s got my computer randomly freezing and refusing to boot.

That last reboot? Included yet another Windows update. So they knew something waren’t right.

I’m’a pick Bill Gates in the Pool out of pure irritation.

Right. Phew. Where was I? MrsDurnedYankee, Burt Reynolds. Poor thing.

OkayGO!

0. Rule Zero (AKA Steve’s Rule): your pick has to be living when picked. Also, nobody whose execution date is circled on the calendar. Also, please don’t kill anybody. Plus (Pupster’s Rule) no picking someone who’s only famous for being the oldest person alive.

1. Pick a celebrity. Any celebrity — though I reserve the right to nix picks I never heard of (I don’t generally follow the Dead Pool threads carefully, so if you’re unsure of your pick, call it to my attention).

2. We start from scratch every time. No matter who you had last time, or who you may have called between rounds, you have to turn up on this very thread and stake your claim.

3. Poaching and other dirty tricks positively encouraged.

4. Your first choice sticks. Don’t just blurt something out, m’kay? Also, make sure you have a correct spelling of your choice somewhere in your comment. These threads get longish and I use search to figure out if we have a winner.

5. It’s up to you to search the thread and make sure your choice is unique. I’m waayyyy too lazy to catch the dupes. Popular picks go fast.

6. The pool stays open until somebody on the list dies. Feel free to jump in any time. Noobs, strangers, drive-bys and one-comment-wonders — all are welcome.

7. If you want your fabulous prize, you have to entrust me with a mailing address. If you’ve won before, send me your address again. I don’t keep good records.

8. The new DeadPool will begin 6pm WBT (Weasel’s Blog Time) the Friday after the last round is concluded.

The winner, if the winner chooses to entrust me with a mailing address, will receive an Official Certificate of Dick Winning and a small original drawing on paper suffused with elephant shit particles. Because I’m fresh out of fairy shit particles.

September 14, 2018 — 6:00 pm
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Important dick update…

Once you have absorbed the notion of Aunty’s dick, I’d like you to contemplate the delights of steamed puds in general. Yesss.

Thanks to McCain for joining the Choir Eternal (no, really…I’d sincerely like to thank John McCain for doing that), we will be starting up a new Dead Pool tomorrow.

This brings me to the fact that I am really super embarrassingly behind on my dick fulfillment. If you have waited a very long time for a dick from me, I can only say…you are one of the things I think of when I’m trying to fall asleep and cringe myself back to consciousness.

In fact, because some people have (quite sensibly) opted not to send me a mailing address, I don’t really have any idea exactly how far behind I am. If Rich Rostrom is reading this — he keeps a much more accurate dick list than I do. Could I trouble you for the latest, sir? I can post the list and we can work out the State of the Dicks.

Oh, and don’t forget to join us here. Tomorrow. Six WBT for Dead Pool Round 114!!!

p.s. “pud” is short for “pudding” — Brits use it more or less generically for any dessert, not just what we’d call a pudding.

September 13, 2018 — 9:21 pm
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This is what happens when I shut up for a week…

Last week, I declared an Open Thread for a whole week so I could deal with life stuff, and DurnedYankee and BJM very kindly wrote me a short story. I couldn’t read it on my shitty monitor with the tiny type, so I poured it through a desktop publishing program. Here it is as a pdf for your downloading pleasure: thekeyroom.

I think I got the formatting more or less okay, but I literally STILL haven’t read it, and it’s entirely possible I doubled up or left a chunk out or something. Copy-paste editing of a comment thread am hard. Do let me know if you spot any errors and I’ll fix ’em.

I’m going to send it to my Kindle now and go read it in my fancy new librrrreee.

You know you can do that, right? Every Kindle device has its own email address. Send stuff to that email address, and if the Kindle recognizes the format, it’ll appear in your reading list. Go to your Amazon account >> Manage My Content and Devices >> Devices. That’ll show you a list of your registered devices. Click on the … next to a Kindle, and it will tell you its email address (among other things).

Holy shit, I have sixteen Amazon-registered devices! I think I have a problem…

September 12, 2018 — 7:04 pm
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A moment’s pause

I don’t post on September 11. I’m still sore about it — I probably always will be — but I don’t have anything more to say. Still, it feels all kinds of wrong to ignore the occasion and silly-post.

I don’t care what you want to talk about in the comments, though.

September 11, 2018 — 8:14 pm
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